Soul Food

If your soul was a window...
Would I see rainbows covered in roses?
If your soul was a window...
Would I see the path to my demise?
If your soul was a window...
Could I open it and feel the breeze
Eagerly dancing across my face ruffling arduously through my hair?
If your soul was a window...
Would you allow the sun to fill the room while keeping out rain
Only to keep me warm and free of pain?
If your soul was a window...
Would there be shutters of perfection
Releasing upon distention?
If your soul was a window
Would I be blinded by its glare
Or lustfully gazing beyond the affair?